Roman Nowicki's recipe for his giallo-inspired Fantom Kiler movies is simple: naked Eastern European babes, baby oil, Jess Franco-style gynaecological crotch shots, and unconvincing death scenes. Once again, a fedora-wearing, leather gloved, masked, knife-wielding maniac is slaughtering hot women, leaving the local police baffled; is the Fantom Kiler back, or could the killings be the work of a copycat? Those who have already endured Nowicki's first two FK films will find nothing new here, the director employing exactly the same visual style as before, with obvious indoor sets swathed in coloured lighting and fog, and every scene dragged out for so long that the result is almost always tedium (this film runs for 95 minutes, which is at least half an hour too long for this kind of trash).
A modicum of fun is to be had halfway through, when one plucky naked woman turns the tables on a pair of sex pest garage mechanics, her revenge involving a chainsaw and a can of orange juice (it's meant to be petrol, but it looked like Capri Sun to me), but this scene also outstays its welcome (even her visit to the garage toilet lasts an age, with her farting, peeing like a donkey, and taking a dump!). There's also a few giggles to be had as the same woman stops her car for the killer, and asks 'How do I know you're a policeman?'. The twist ending reveals the psycho at large to be a blonde sex worker ridding herself of any competition, but in a flurry of bad special effects, the real Fantom Kiler magically appears to teach her a lesson.
1.5/10, rounded up to 2 for sneaking in that trusty giallo prop, a bottle of J&B.